The JFSB is my home. There is no denying it. I am a history major. My department and one of my bosses has his office on the 2nd floor. I am an english minor. The english dept is on the 4th floor. I am also minoring in scandinavian studies. Guess which floor they are on...the 3rd. And the basement is where all the classes are. So yes, the JFSB and me are friends. But over the past couple of days, there has been something new to the JFSB which made it mine even more. Paint. :) BYU's paint crew has been hard at work repainting all of the dings and scuffs on the walls of the JFSB. The whole building smells of it. And I love it.
Call me crazy (which I may very well be) but I do love the smell of paint.
I blame my paint crew summer job. Spending three months surrounded by paint chemicals and turpentine makes it enduring after awhile. Thus, the smell of paint in the JFSB has made me very happy.